Oh, man, Sal. You poor thing. Fingers & toes crossed he gets hungry and finds his way out into the open.
Would it do any good to put some sort of heating pad out that might draw him to its warmth?
I definitely understand the affection we can have for unconventional pets. Yesterday we found our 6 year old male guinea fowl dead in his coop, his one remaining brother forlornly keeping watch. My husband is devastated over the bird’s demise.
Keep us informed when you find Alice.
I’ve have heating pads and lamps out for him.
Your poor Guinea!
I grew up with loads of Guineas and they’re such personable birds.
Can you get some chicks for the survivor?
I worry that he’ll grieve himself to death.
They’re extremely communal birds.
Please give your hubby my condolences.
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Back in the 1920’s, my mother had a pet guinea hen. It was born with only one leg, and she called him, “Crip”.
One day when Mama was about five years old, she and her little sister were playing out in the yard, when a big hawk swooped down and took Crip away. My Granny, alerted by their screams, ran out and tried to console her children. Mama and Aunt Sis had their first lesson that morning, in the harsh realities of nature, life and death.
The event was later recounted at a family gathering, and perversely, as sometimes happens, everyone cracked-up. An uncle remarked that if Crip had been Thanksgiving dinner, there would’ve been only one drumstick, which made little Mama cry all the harder.
Into her late ‘80s, she would still shed a tear over the memory of her poor little hen. No barnyard bird has ever been mourned so well or for so long —the better part of a century.
Darnright, I’m so sorry over the loss of your little pet guinea hen. I hope the story of my mom’s loss didn’t create more pain in your hearts. I just wasn’t thinking. Prayers of comfort and consolation for you and your husband.